Can such a strange friendship turn into love? He never realized she was so lovely. She never noticed how charming he was. Miles Bridgerton and Vanessa Everleigh have known each for over a decade and both of them had never really given the other much...
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A gentleman should never strike another gentleman. But, one would think that a young gentleman ought to know that you should also never strike a spiteful tree.
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"I know what you're thinking mother. I shouldn't meddle in their business, but you mustn't blame me for wanting to." Miles heard Charlotte talking to their mother as he walked up to the upstairs drawing room.
"Who are the unlucky people who you think deserve your meddling, sister?" He always loved to make his presence known with a question.
"Miles! How funny that you should ask that." She beamed at him, as he sat down at the sofa beside her. "You are the victim." She said rather proudly.
"I beg your pardon?" He supposed he should be concerned, but he knew Charlotte meant no harm. Although if she meddled in his business, it may only be fun in the beginning and grow to be bothersome.
"Oh do not be daft. We all know the reason you're in town is because you're looking for a wife. What other reason would there be for you to so willingly go to events all of a sudden? That is, after you've spent so many years avoiding them."
"I suppose there's no point in hiding it. Although I must emphasize that am only trying to explore my options. Besides Charlotte, should you not be more concerned with your own wedding rather than your brother's affairs?" He leaned back into the comfort of the sofa.
"I'll have plenty of time to worry about that." She replied, "It will be so fun to find someone who will suit you." She smiled devilishly, "Though, I may already have someone in mind."
"Mother already knows who," she giggled excitedly, "You've already danced with her!"
"I danced with quite a few women last night, and I am simply too tired to play this guessing game. Who is this lucky woman you think deserves my attention?" Miles recalled the ladies that he danced with. None of them stood out to him, they were all normal interactions, as expected when going to a ball. They were all trying to impress him, well, except Vanessa who had stepped on him. He held back a smile as he remembered her look of concentration. Vanessa was the only one who stood out from last night. But surely, if Charlotte intended to matchmake him with her, then she would have done it when they met.
"My lips are sealed. It shall be a surprise." She smiled slyly, "But if you're as intelligent as you pride yourself to be, then you shall find out soon enough."
"You really are mischievous aren't you?"
Miles had spent the afternoon with his family. It'd been a few weeks since he and Edmund made their agreement that Miles would look for a wife. His brother made it clear that it was no rush, so Miles spent the next few weeks enjoying himself before he would willing throw himself into the jungle of the marriage market. Although he rarely enjoyed London's festivities during the season, he still loved to spend time with his family. Despite the fact that he wasn't around as much as they wanted him to be, Miles knew he was lucky to be blessed with such a large and loving family. So, whenever he did find himself in town, he always made sure to spend the majority of his time there with him family. They were certainly better company than the rest of the ton.
